I am.

I am a deeply twisting road on the coastline,
Valleys filled with flowers and herbs,
Playful and wild.


I am a mountain of rigidness and structure,
A breath of fresh air and cheerful innovation,
Be cautious during your climb.


I am a beach of untold, sunken treasure,
Littered beneath the changing sands.
Stories that need unearthing,
Before the ocean swallows them again in her salty tides.


I am a jungle of color and self-expression,
Stealthy predators stalk their prey,
While vibrant birds dance for their mates.
Sunlight dapples in between the shadows,
Living in harmony.


I am a murky river in the Midwest,
Twisting through the farmlands and cities,
Power long forgotten in the dammed-up currents,
and waters polluted from generations of change.


I am the melting glacier, a giant of old,
Dripping awake from a long sleep,
Sharing forgotten secrets long held frozen.


I am the mirage in the desert,
Beckoning people forward,
And then shimmering away into the sands of time.
Was I ever real, or just an iridescent hologram?


I am the infinity of space,
The radio waves swimming in between the planets,
Carrying tales of past, present and future,
Into dimensions unseen and unknown.


I am the butterfly,
forever spiraling on my journey,
my map of consciousness on the wings I can never see.

I am everything and nothing.
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I am.
- Started in Mazunte on 02-14-20 and finished on 3-3-20

- Brigitte Soleil